Faithlessness gripped like a murderer’s hand around the neck.
I stand staring, still waters arousing the quiet in me. Last night the moon rested upon its surface, this morning the devil is ruling that space, warming it.
Asphyxiation climbing upon the steps, leading towards the wreck.
I stand thinking, still waters swirling the hopelessness in me. Last year a milk white, navy blue and a flawless pink enchanted my dreams, tonight I’m a mess of guilt, torture and betrayal.
Calm pale skies choreographing a dusty storm, fuelling the rainbows.
I stand strong, still waters changing the rules again. Last time a path I was forced upon, non-versatile, melancholic, most of all inhuman, led me forth to destruction. Now I stand vanquished, adrift from the system, a dot in the universe. But I stand high.
Chainsaws across the carbon bone. The graphite knows now the diamond’s secret.
Since I always begin of colours and end upon the deceits of weak men; tonight I’d like to pen a tumult. Thoughts wander like feathers in the typhoon craving for depth that deepens no longer, the ferocious seas who they crown. Symbols of freedom, of purity, of time and space, ruled by the wind and the moon as visible to sciences, referring to hypocrisy. A certain pink lost amidst the greens, here I reach for the colours again. Heavy panting leading upon the staircase- so loud to the thoracic cavity within. If there were angels above, waiting to unchain my soul I’d have quicken pace. Escorted to the magic of quiet, of life unworthy, of pleasures and nil discipline they whispered against the skin. Oh the forbidden is always soft and kind and cursed! The zig zags have no words to themselves, synonymous to mockery or a mock itself, no stops upon the rolling inclination. Steps to the forest of bewilderment, atop the hills they dwell. Enchanting from the grunge your feet stands upon, reckless from the adventures that call upon. No the rustling of rustic metals, of lighter green, of greyer dark seemed nothing to me, my home of kaleidoscopic blue too less for insanity to be. Yet I boast of pride, my choices and where they have led me to me. From birth to the city and hither in the forest, from moon to the stars and upon the tides in the seas. Twirling across the smoke of Idukki built as a masterpiece of my dreamy architect, I run higher into the tumult seeking for plains. Perhaps a little higher, they’ll stop me by the hold of their hands, a clean kiss atop the zenith, conjugating me to the world I bury in my blood lines; save me from slipping into the trenches dug by enemies I had once consorted.
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Memories. Memories are happy. Snatch it and put it in your pocket.
Dreams. Dreams are crazy. Hold them and strap it against your chest.
And, and innocence. Innocence isn’t broken yet. Melt it and kiss it every morning.
Hopes. Damn hopes are so strong. Stitch it and wear it every second.
But beware; beware of love. Beware of life and trust and faith. Beware of truth and reality which rules.
They’ll break you.
Strange thing, emerging far amidst the desert of splendours. So quiet, unable to scream; of tears of oceans and rivers of glees.
Requisitely rambled about; every laugh sings your name, pulses in my temple mad in sweet symphonies.
Such mindlessness, it gnaws at the frozen ashes, responsibility unresponsive; invigorations still. So still.
A damn deep feel which knows no bounds. Un-named; Un-tamed. Undoubtedly yours.
Surely amidst the darkness; black holes are invisible.
Catastrophes lies silent and the polaroids terribly still.
No; it isn’t lost only jumbled up in the universe.
Bridge the gap; fantasies and realities; let go the less necessary.
You were made to reconstruct the rubble, feign not it is only an earthquake.
Remember; to give time, to take rest, to attract zeal and to break, to form again.
Assemble your pieces; the night will be long.
One night when the fear reigns a stray heart and doubt plays with an exhausted mind.
One night when the world is drinking the sweetest poison of utter comfort and you’re penning a remorseful regret.
One night when everybody can see you’re functioning perfectly but only you know what a perfect faking you’re doing.
One night when you have been abandoned by every ecstatic sunshine and left to wither in the cold.
One night when the word strange starts making sense and the roses begin to bleed.
Nights of nothingness, Kingdoms of recklessness, Gardens of fleeing time; and threats to never leave.
But tomorrow will be your day. I promise.
Past across the green carpets of moss and the sweet symphonies of ice-cold waterfall, there bloomed a sweet heart of treachery, blood red with malice. Two souls; one shattered and another curious, one beautiful collision and it surpassed every dark irony. Gradual climbs leading up the climax, all decorated with words which never meant, lies and betray- the new glees and warm embraces- the new snow. Now the metal rusts and spray cans exhausted, ink stains all over and beneath our bare skins. Blood shines blue. Blood shines blue.
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If anything life passes into, it passes into pages.
You amuse me by supposing that I contemplate the possibilities of frail withering rainbows which vanish away like wisps of smoke. Reconsider twice, O immortals, our graves are the final abode. The never ending quench of home all leads to an empty heart, then teleports to a brutal realism. Death awaits with open hands.
Stay put or Stay clear.
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It’s incredible how quickly you’ve seeped into my blood, how profound you run in through the narrow capillaries.
How often your thoughts blind my vision, how far it ostracises me from the diminishing distance, how close it pulls me to the light you emit.
With the gradual low beat of my heart, how gently you lift it to the Everest height, boom bursts the cells of my skin, eloquently you caress, it melts.
How beautifully you camouflage me into yourself, the warmth of your whispers fail me repeatedly. How aggressively you bar my thoughts from wondering into hopelessness, how strongly you pull me up from the burning fire.
My soul has got used, to live with you in my heart, your name on my lips, your thoughts in my head… alone I’ll fade in the smog of the streets, freeze I will in the hottest of heat.
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